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Over the next few months, things got busy at college, and things continued with the boys from the flat upstairs. I continued to see Fraser and Jason once a week. Marc three times. We spent other times together too. Financially things were difficult for Marc, too, because of me, but we drove out into the country and he even took me out for a meal for my birthday. I loved it; it all felt real, like he was my actual boyfriend.There was no obvious jealousy. The other two knew I was fond of them and would keep my bargain, but they knew it was different with Marc. They knew that he cared about me in another way than them. They were surprised that he seemed OK with them visiting me, given the depth of his feeling. He just shrugged and said,“We made a deal; just be kind to her.”Only I knew how difficult he found it, more difficult than he would ever let on to them. He was always out when they visited me. Only I knew that he always came to see me afterwards to kiss and hold me. Although he never said it out loud, I think he needed me to reassure him that he was still my favourite.Despite craving any time I could spend with him. I had to compartmentalise my life. I had all these sheets of timings and notes to ensure that everything I needed to do college-wise was done. Oddly, my hours spent with the boys were a good distraction.Jason had lost some weight but was still a big cuddly bear obsessed with my breasts. He wanted to try different positions and new ideas as he grew confident. He always ensured that I wasn’t crossing any of my boundaries. One day soon, he would make a lucky woman very happy. He was my cuddly teddy bear and although I knew he was desperate to kiss me properly, he respected me enough not to push it. He also respected my feelings for Marc even if I denied them to Fraser and him.“We’re just good friends, that’s all; you two are my friends, too.”“No, you like us, but it’s more with Marc. If the three of us are in the room, you can’t take your eyes off him. You admit he might be your favourite, but you must realise he’s more than that,” Jason insisted.“Well, it doesn’t Küçükyalı Escort matter. He would never want me now, not after I agreed to all this.”“He’s already sacrificed a lot for you to have more of you – his car, his money, his pride.”“Pride?”“Fraser and I know it hurts him when we come and see you, but he insisted it’s only fair to us, even if it isn’t fair to him. We’d give you up, but we’re too selfish, and you’re too lovely. We’re not as good as him.”“I don’t want to hurt him.”“Believe me any time with you is like a balm on any hurt feelings. You make him happy.”After only three months of seeing me, Fraser suddenly stopped visiting. His confidence was so high that he asked out a petite blonde from year two. The other girls called her the nun because she never dated. Fraser was utterly smitten and asked my advice on how to proceed. He was anxious that she would never know we’d been anything other than friends. The other boys didn’t know that we’d only had full sex once. He was intent on first learning how to please a woman in different ways. He was very considerate, and I enjoyed it. He learned to make me come quickly using his hands and his mouth. He never made me come like Marc did though; Marc always had me screaming.The last time Fraser and I were together was the only time we had full sex. After spending a long time pleasuring me orally, he lay on his back and I climbed on his very stiff cock. I swear it was bigger than it ever had been before. I held my breasts out for him to feast on before he rolled us over and rather athletically pounded me into the mattress, with me clinging on to those well-known muscular buttocks. He roared as he came and much to his delight, I came too.“You came on my cock,” he looked at me, amazed.“I did,” I smiled at him.I think this was the final bit of confidence he needed. He kissed me on the cheek and practically skipped up the stairs. The next time I saw him, he had his new girlfriend on his arm, gazing up adoringly at him. She was a lucky girl. She needed to hold on tight to him.After my dissertation was Küçükyalı Escort Bayan finally handed in, it was all about the revision notes. On my last week at college, Jason came to see me. He had a little gift. A little angel carved out of wood. It looked so delicate in his big hands.“This is to say thank you for everything. This isn’t my usual visit as you need to revise. Your exams are more important than anything else. You know that I think you’re beautiful. You’ve been so kind to me and never made me feel stupid or clumsy. You always made me feel like you wanted to see me, even if I knew I wasn’t the one you really wanted.I got you this because you’re an angel. You’ve been kind to me. Please be kind to my friend Marc, won’t you? I wish I’d been a better friend to him, but I couldn’t give up my time with you. I’ve been selfish, but I did it because I’ve always been a little bit in love with you. Over time, I hope that you can both forgive me for that. More importantly, please forgive Marc, just remember that whatever he’s done, he’s done for you.”I looked at him, puzzled. He kissed me on the lips for the first time; it was just a peck, just like a parent would do to a child or a brother would give to a sister. After he’d closed the door quietly, I cradled the little angel in my hands and wondered what I would have to forgive Marc for. I placed the angel carefully on the side and returned to my revision.Marc wasn’t around for the next few days. I had seen him every day for the last six months and missed him. It made me wonder how I would cope on Saturday morning when I left after my final exams and the summer ball.He had left a letter wishing me luck and saying he had to sort out some family business. He’d had special leave from the college. He’d ended the letter by writing ‘All my love, Marc’. How I wished that I really did have all his love as I returned to my revision.It’s hard to describe the feeling of walking out into the sunshine after that final exam—three hours in that smelly gymnasium to decide your future. My year group all Escort Küçükyalı sat on the hill past the tennis courts to have a group photo taken. We had no trouble smiling. All that revision is finally done with. We had the rest of our lives to look forward to.As I climbed back up the hill, I saw Marc leaning against his beaten-up old car. The car he’d had to buy because of me. He smiled at me from under those black curls, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. I loved it when he did that. How was I going to say goodbye to him? Suddenly my post-exam euphoria disappeared and I had a lump in my throat. I tried to return his smile as I walked towards him.“Your chariot awaits. We’re going to lunch. Jump in!” he said as he was kissing me on the cheek.He drove up into the hills to a little country pub. It was easy and comfortable and he held my hand. I didn’t want him to let go. Afterwards, we sat in the car and looked out over the rolling hills.“I’ve got something to tell you. Will you promise to listen and not to interrupt?”I nodded, feeling that lump in my throat reappear.“I am leaving college. I’ve decided that I don’t want to be here without you. Fraser and Jason are moving into a new flat together in September. That’s a month left of the term for me here, and then in September, I’ll do my final year at another college. I’ve already sorted out some digs, but that depends on you.”I love you, Vic. I don’t want to have to share you ever again. I don’t think I can. I’ve only been able to cope these past few months because I was still getting more of you than anyone else. Fraser eventually told me that you had only been fully together one time. I know you never held anything back from me. That gave me hope that you felt the same way. You picked me first that time. Now I need to be the last one you pick.”I realised that tears were slowly rolling down my face. I looked into his eyes as he took my hand, and I felt a ring being pushed onto my finger. I looked down to see a beautiful sapphire ring, flanked by two small diamonds.“It was my Mum’s. I know that she’d want you to have it. Will you marry me?”I just looked at his handsome, eager face. He had no idea what he was doing to me.“It wouldn’t be for a few years yet, I know, but the world would know that I love you, that we belong together and that we picked each other. Only each other,” he emphasised.
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